Antarctica Song

she started off that morning & she was on her way

"don't go, it's suicide," he said, but she would not obey

she was leaving, leaving him, but not "leaving" him, like they say

and all he could think of was those long-ago summer days

when they walked the streets all night

and the future was bright

and everything was right as rain

the sun beat down and never found a frown

but would you look at them now.

"i only want your happiness," he said

but if you looked in his eyes

you could see that he was holding back

you could tell he was telling lies

"you know i gotta do this," she said,

"you know at least i gotta try"

well he said "yeah,"

and then he turned around

cos he couldn't let her see him cry

he was thinking of the time they spent

and all the places they went

and how they wouldn't make a dent on her now

he'd always known she was the ramblin' type

she had a bigger life

she had a better life

how long could he expect to hold on

to his old-fashioned notions of what was right and what was wrong?

how long could he expect to hold on

to an ephemeral girl?

he woke up in his bed, and he was in that bed alone

he knew he had to get up, but all he could do

was just lay there and moan

"Good morning, sunshine, sleep okay?"

he said, and kind of laughed

i wanna smell the smell of you but i know it's in the past

remember all the things we'd do

and all the vows that seemed true

there's all these pictures of you in my head

remember how i scorned your words

and how i made you hurt

i treated you like dirt

how long could i expect to hold on

to my half-baked ideas of what made us get along?

how long could i expect to hold on

to an ephemeral girl?